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There Wont Be A Word About Us

Mam and Dad had a wistful saying: “Forty years from now, there wont be a word about us…” rueing the passing of life and death… We always think it wont be so, but maybe it is truer than we care to admit and is true of us all…

For Her a Cottage in Heaven

Helen lived in England, her fathers family were from Longford. They were trying to find a nice cottage to come home to. She loved chatting about cottages and unraveling family trees. She never got the cottage of her dreams before she died.

To Bury A Cat

I many be known yet for my cat poems – we recently lost one of the house cats that strayed in and out. It returned to die where it was born… cats are more loyal than we think… #Radimires #CatPoem #Cats #CatsofRenmore

Connections

  For the late John Ratcliffe, to help give peace and comfort to David Ratcliffe, freinds and family. A rambling verse written …

One Dublin Mother Acknowledged

Working class communities are ravaged by those who seek to profit through temptation. When those fall foul of temptation, the families behind …

On Deaths Embrace, I Shall Sleep

On deaths embrace, I shall sleep With all my worries o’re And those who liked or not, in memory me they keep …

Flickering Candles Foretell Death

A tradition of foretelling a death from North Longford… From the Irish Folklore Commission In days gone by a tradition old Of …

Unborn Child Drawn by Da Vinci

We are never as pure as when before we are born, when we truly are faultless, but again, he who walks through …

Fifteen Minutes of Sunshine

Dedicated to the Dardis family on the passing of their father Tony, and to all families on that final journey with a …

The Actor Quits The Stage

This was not part of the script The actor ended the play Told the audience its over He is the actor and …

Let Death Not Sneak In Our Door

In the days gone by during the War On the family farm in old Lislea My mother but a child she was …

Some Man

“Your some man” ~ Joe “Your some man!”, that was his phrase A catch all that could mean anything: Be it that …

Elegy for Fidel Castro

Condemn me. It does not matter. History will absolve me. ~ Fidel Castro Source M.I.A. If not by man, who so often …

The Last Handshake

Closed as begun in brotherly love In harmony home our ways we make Little think regarless of each others age This just …

Birds Sing

The birds sing among the boughs The wind blows soft upon the face Life is hard on the best of days Hard …

Memories of Your Mother

For Liam O’ Roirdan of the Blackwater Poetry Group on the passing of his mother. The group does a day of verse …

At The Age for This

I’m at the age for this The funerals: all to common now I dont go to them all anymore To commiserate with …

Phonecalls Never Made

I meant to ring but never did He normally did but never did The unspoken though that silent hid Told the truth, …

Dawn Breaks as Yeats Goes to Sleep

Yeats died before the outbreak of war, and his Nobel prizes and international fame was most seen through the Versailles era, with …

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